Re: Near Al Menir
Bechazruhk spends his time pacing back and forth around the camp. He knows he shouldn't speak, lest he wake his comrades or draw the attention of beasts, but he cannot resist the urge once or twice. He wanders near Omar, leans in and hisses with irritation. ”Hear that??!!” The man replies negatively. Burke throws up his hands. ”Exactly! Not a peep. I mean, I know these woods is weird. Wizards house or daemon prison or such, but aint no chirp, squawk nor chitter.”
OOC:
Burke understands that this place is out of the ordinary but as someone who has a deep love of wilderness he's a bit unnerved by the lack of it.
In the morning Burke will spend no less than 30 minutes performing his prayers, chants and rituals which involve cleaning up 'the wild'. He will tend to broken/damaged plants. Plant seeds. Etc.
Regardless of the taste Burke happily eats the food made from trees.